Healing Hands Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

I am a healer.
I have healing hands.

I massage love
back into ailing
heart and soul
of my lover.

Back into the overtired
exhausted broken body
of the one I love.


She came to me
for a moment of peace.

She came to me
for a feeling of security.

She came to me
to laugh and to cry.


She comes to me
to rest restore
the creative harmony
of a unique kindred soul.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock